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know exactly how I need you, don’t you, Whit?”
Her knee fell to the side when she felt his hand move over her hip and down her thigh. She looked in his eyes, biting down on her lip when she felt his finger trail around her bud.
“It’s because I need it the same way,” she moaned. Her eyes locked on his while he began to stir the want for him.
“I didn’t want to leave you.” He curled a finger deep inside her, bowing her off the bed.
“I know.”
His mouth came down on hers, this time tender and slow. His tongue twined along hers, taking time to taste and kiss. She felt the fire in his touch. Her hips rocked against him and she felt his hardness come to life against her thigh.
“Can we?” she breathed. “I need it again. I need you again.”
He kissed along her throat and behind her ear. “I need to fuck you all night.”
She whimpered not knowing if her body could take it, but she would try. She would let him lick and suck her. Kiss her. Put his hands where he wanted. Move her body so they could make each other feel alive. There wasn’t anything she wouldn’t do with him now that he was in her bed.
He rolled her on her back, hovering over top of her. His broad shoulders blocking everything from her view. She was sore and her body ached and she knew the minute he pushed inside her it would sear from the inside out, but nothing else mattered.
She wrapped her legs around his waist, locking her ankles against his back. He slid his cock against her folds, covering himself in their wet heat before pushing deep inside her.
“Ohh,” she clutched at his back, her nails digging into his skin the deeper he hit her inner walls. It was like fire lighting through her.
He breathed into her ear, his rhythm slow and deep.
She looked into his eyes. The same ones that had broken her heart. The ones that had walked out of her life. But now she saw her future staring back at her.
He drove into her with a powerful thrust, grinning with achievement. “I’m going to make you come like this.”
She nodded. Please. As long as he was inside her the world was right again. He was alive. What they had was real. It wasn’t just a memory. She meant everything to him that he meant to her.
“Will you come for me, Whitney?”
But she knew she didn’t have a choice. Her body was already seized with the fever of her orgasm. She clenched around him, feeling the vibrations take hold of her. Kyle wrapped his arms around her, his mouth covering hers as he pumped again, releasing his essence inside her.
“Come, baby,” he whispered as she gasped and clung to him.
The waves crashed around her until she felt the soothing feeling stretch through her body. He was home. Finally she slept.
19
Kyle
H e buckled his jeans and crept down the stairs. She would need sleep. He left Whitney under the covers.
He saw the boxes in every corner of every room. It might take some time, but he’d help her unpack them. She wasn’t going to have to sell this place. It would be their home. The perfect place to raise their cubs.
He smiled. His bear had been right. This was what he should have done all along. He never should have left her. It took almost dying in the ambush to realize the most important thing in his life was Whitney.
He opened the fridge in search of food. He was starving.
The wind howled outside and the wind pelted the windows. It was too dark to see which direction the storm came from. Kyle had lost track of time. He had taken one look at Whitney on the porch and his bear took over for a while. All the lust and primal need for her broke free until she had been claimed.
The second round was for her. She needed to know he could take her to bed in more than one way. Rough and wild wasn’t always his style. He could love her with slow strokes, pushing her to her limits in a whole new way.
He grabbed some butter and cheese before searching the pantry for bread. He wasn’t a cook, but he could whip up a few grilled cheese
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